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A calling, sweet and tender
I looked but it was gone
Sweet smells the barn loft
A corner, around it went
The swift moves of a midnight wolf.
A panting, kind, intoxicating
What a pleasure the moon lent
I called it, but it disappeared
Through trees, forest, and caves
Up and down did I search
Wondering what the message geared
I was cornered, afraid and alone
Touch, it reached to my heart
Intense and nerve-racking
The green of its eyes shone
And at the time of the gasp
The midnight wolf was gone
With a swift move of its tail
And I, the hare was
loose of its grasp
I thought and realized soon
What the message was about
That love is timid, yet a wild thing
It only glitters in the moon
And I thought for awhile,
Standing in the midst of a field
When suddenly came the midnight wolf
And the sight of it made me Smile